I’m at Emerson College in Boston today.  Our daughter is a freshman here.  I’ll be in 3 or 4 classes today, talking about leadership, non-profit managment, marketing, advocacy.  I believe I’ll be going to more classes today than my daughter.  Although  I have  heard that she does go to classes, participates and even writes papers.  I find this comforting.

I’ve also heard that she will finish her freshman year in less than 4 weeks.  In fact, Scout told me this last night over dinner at the Trident.  I had the chicken quesadilla.   Scout had soup and carrot cake.  Not an obvious pairing but it worked for her.

In three weeks, Scout will no longer be a college freshman.  So much work, so little time. I could see the panic in her face.

In three weeks, she will be home for the summer.   She could probably see the panic in my face.

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I knew it.  I just knew it.

It’s not about the caretaking, the litterbox or the nail clipping.  I’m not resentful in any way that I have become Louis’ primary caregiver.  It’s not that either.

I just knew what would happen to me.  I’d get ridiculous.   I knew I would read books on how best to train your cat.  I knew that if there was a book on teaching your cat tricks, I’d be reading it.  I knew that I would be the one who would know that Louis just doesn’t like Beef and Egg skillet dinner and that I would be the one admonishing the rest of the family for serving it to him for dinner on nights when I have chorus practice.

But above all, I knew that I would take ridiculous pictures.

Here’s Louis reading his email.

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